Between the moon and the tide is where one can find perfection. The cosmos knows this, the seals and otters know this. We know this too if we allow the ebb and flow to move us. When we let go we even feel the warmth around, within and beside us.
I'm dreaming of islands and mountains, of jungles nearby and of planets far away. These are places where the buzz of daily life disappears. These are places where one can hear plants breath and witness ancient lichens grow. These are places where you not only feel the tide: you are part of the tide.
When next I travel I hope to feel these things again. When next you travel, I hope you do as well.
I'm dreaming of islands and mountains, of jungles nearby and of planets far away. These are places where the buzz of daily life disappears. These are places where one can hear plants breath and witness ancient lichens grow. These are places where you not only feel the tide: you are part of the tide.
When next I travel I hope to feel these things again. When next you travel, I hope you do as well.
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